Jump Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

Gold medals, them my role models 

Rollin' old models, lowered old schools 

Flowin' cold and goin' gold follows 

Flower bearin', call it petals to the floor 

Power sharin', call it devils to the door 

Power, power, 'til ain't no devils anymore 

Flower, flowers, they be droppin' at the feet of my sun 

Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum 

And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum 

It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer 

All bitch dope tip, wasn't trappin' with no niggas 

Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures 

Her influence fully automatic, crackin' off the Richter, yeah 

Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside 

She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied 

Told me, out here in the streets, she ain't have no competition 

And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description 

With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here's my proposition: 

You just write a bunch of raps for me and I'ma go and spit 'em 

Then we take 'em to the radio, the DJ better spin 'em 

Then we take 'em to the record store and sell a couple million" 

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I already got the money, already got the bitches 

I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it 

From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper 

Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen 

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats 

Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin' for the streets 

Said it might take 'bout a month, she said it better take a week 

Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat 

Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don't gotta do it twice 

But I need a lil' more info on exactly what I write 

Some details 'bout a female, 'bout your life and what you like" 

She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I'm just like my life" 

Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin' 

Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it 

She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid 

Now we runnin' from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach 

She was hangin' out the window with that thumper she was dumpin' 

Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin' 

We was swervin', jumped the curb 

And ditched the whip and started runnin' 

Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall 

So we ducked behind a bush and that's how we got overlooked 

I was shook and breathin' hard 

And she was sittin' there smokin' kush 

Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?" 

And then we looked up and a light came down 

And pulled us to a ship, like, "What the fuck?" 

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I already got the money, already got the bitches 

I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it 

From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper 

Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen 

Well now this the shit I'm talkin' 'bout, the shit that I've been on 

Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home 

Now where the bitches? 

Get them intergalactic asses to clappin' 

Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper 

Now I could never go back to trappin' 

And who needs Atlanta when you're on Saturn gettin' a lapdance 

With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can 

And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up 

Why you standin' there just lookin', nigga? Turn that shit up 

Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work 

I'm just sayin', I'm gon' be there and I ain't in no rush 

Nah, nigga, nah nigga 

I ain't in no rush 

Ayy I thought you couldn't rap, when'd you learn how to do that? 

Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow? 

Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn't even be in this ho 

If you told me from the jump we wouldn't be on this UFO 

But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it 

Never thought that I would ever be a flyin' saucer pilot 

But first thing's gon' be first, when we get back to that earth 

I'ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga 

I already got the money, already got the bitches 

I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it 

Nigga we're goin' home, home! 

From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper 

Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen 

You can kill me, I don't care—No! 

Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. 

Like I ain't 'bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? 

Like we time jumpin' and shit. 

You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here! 

Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can't, nigga, this is space. 

You can't, fuck that, we goin' home. DROGAS!